
The Making of A Hunk
I’ve been undergoing a complete makeover.
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I’ve been undergoing a complete makeover.

At sixteen, my world revolved around several priorities: getting my driver's license on my actual birthday, going out with girls as often as possible, and practicing piano.

Disposing of possessions has become a favourite pastime of the privileged.

She was determined.

The irony of being in Rome, the eternal city, on the eve of my 70th birthday, did not escape me.

The Steinway sat silent after my father-in-law died.

I met my first love when I was eight.

My boss resigned.

By: B. E. Rybak

Mr.

My grandfather was the first Robert Carl Thoreson, born April 12, 1898, and always known as Carl.

Late last summer, I happened to catch sight of a familiar maroon box tucked away on a bookshelf.

On a Saturday afternoon in early March, when hills of dirty snow line the roads, but everyone is happy because we can feel the possibility of spring in the air, we arrived at the storage depot not far from downtown Ottawa.

The last time I saw Aunt Edna, she was sitting in a hospital bed with an iron frame, the kind you see in infirmary scenes in old movies.

Mornings at Algonquin Elementary began with “God Save the Queen.” We stood at attention in our neat navy tunics, or trousers, knit ties, and white shirts, straight as the Union Jack, singing full-throated and proud.

Every Sunday morning my mother baked muffins.

A family walks along the sidewalk of a city street: mother, father, daughter and son.

I have been avoiding heavy objects for a while.

Bahrain – March 2026.

“Your head is a busy place.

In 1970, it was called a year off.